"He's one of my family's worst enemies," Clark explained, "so I know quite a bit. He was responsible for our planet's destruction, and hurt a great deal more."
Zod looked to her, then spoke in his native language, confused to the question. Then he paused, wealking toward her. "Ahh.. English, one of the common tongues of this primitive sphere. I am.. alive.." Then he mumbled something incoherently.
Clark sighed. "I guess he'l be.. fine.. just be careful around him if there's outbursts. He hasn't demanded anyone to kneel for a whole five minutes, which is probably good for us. My name is Clark, though he knows me as Kal-El."
Zod paused, holding his hand to Lilith. "Kal? Oh, of course.. yes, son of Jor-El. He was a bit naive.. but also very educated in his field. He also cared a great deal for you and your mother." Clark seemed surprised to hear that, especially hearing it from the general.